Nutter Butter song by Tiger Socks from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Nutter Butter Meaning
| [[Intro] Yes, I need glasses, and I’m not ashamed. I have a sexy young man who likes to fuck me, and I’m fabulous [Verse 1: DJ ?] DJ ? I don’t really know what I’m doing but… Aw here it goes: Kenan and Kel Gotta do this right, gotta do it well Other rappers number 2: Johnny Manziel Cause I ain’t rolling in the deep like Adele Yeah I’m back and I’m better than I’ve ever been But I’m new in the game, no veteran And a young boy’s rhymes so eloquent Have y’all thinking that I’m surely heaven sent Working this shit just like I’m supposed to do Especially when I’m on the beat with my whole crew Flow so cold, go and get the Theraflu Shout out to Kanye West, man, he’s that dude Other rappers scared when I’m on the mic Cause I’ll probably say some shit that they don’t like Psh oh well, they can go and take a hike Cause these bars are the greatest just like Mike Don’t know who we are? Watch and observe Cause we the next big group to emerge We be stacking money up like the reserve So call this the appetizer: hors d’oeuvres , [Verse 2: Seega] Uh, thinking out loud I must have about a dollar on me right now – sike Young, broke, and infamous, rapping psychological Back up in this bitch like the rap game prodigal son You know I’m on my way to be a star And I won’t stop until everybody knows who I are Like T U V, flow so aerobic with the ABC’s Girl in my car trying to X my Z Getting dome in the chrome ASAP Rocky fresh like me You can’t flex like me, you can’t front like me either Everybody want to smoke so they can flow so Anita My rhymes hard hitting, yeah the flow so Katrina Got the competition frozen, that’s word to Idina You don’t know another meaner on the mic like this You don’t know a motherfucker who could write like this Got a quite nice bitch but if she ain’t trying to fuck I got a sub woofer with some bass in her trunk Woah [Verse 3: Killah the Baptist] (Bird call) Killah the Baptist going in! KTB on the track with that brisk flow My bars are so icy that they calling them snow Lines so cold [?] fly like geese Yeah you know I’m slick, just like grease My rhymes are killer so you better make peace And this is what I love, so I won’t ever cease Calling us bankers cause we don’t lose interest If you’re feeling crafty, follow me on Pinterest Taking stairs cause my bars set this place on fire And I’m blessed with the skill people calling me a fryer Yeah you know I stack that paper sky high Lyrics off the dome, I spit them on the fly I integrated the game, took it to a higher level You just arriving [?], but you know I won’t ever settle I spit an evil flow, folks calling me the devil Meaning my bars are hot like a tea kettle But I run with the wolves just like my city I talked to your girl: yeah she thinks I’m pretty Really she’s just a bitty, sorry I am so gritty Just showing you in this ditty that I can still be witty bitch] |
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